PREVIOUSLY, ON ANON LIFTS
Okay here’s the tl;dr
Anon was fit, bitches be mirin’
Rarity and Pinkie think that shit’s whack, so they set up a bet he can’t lift 200 times
Anon shows those fuckers and he wins the bet, and they become his slaves.
There was also some trickery of the other ponies, but that’s not important
The deal was that if Anon wins, Rarity and Pinkie will have to be his slaves for a month, appearing on Saturday and Sunday from 10 to 10, and Friday from 7pm to 10pm.
Anon fucks with the ponies, makes them wet
Gets kind of attached to them
Shenanigans
Just read the previous story if you haven’t you butts.
AND NOW THE THRILLING CONTINUATION.
>You are Anonymous.
>For some reason, your memories of Friday are gone.
>Oh well, probably nothing that special happened that day anyway.
>Right?
>Regardless, you're relaxing on your sofa watching TV.
>Your mind was half focused on the show you were watching, and half focused on the couch you were sitting on.
>It's been cleaned so many times its colour is starting to fade.
>You'll have to replace it later.
>Those thoughts are about as interesting as the show you're watching.
>It seems the best quality shows in this world are about as good the worst parts of Hollywood B movies.
>Cheesy dialogue and action, terrible lip syncing, and horrendous acting.
>It's so bad it's putting you to sleep.
>The main character Ace Jones was in the middle of fighting what appeared to be a manticore made out of paper mache when a knock on your door caught your attention.
>It's about that time you suppose.
>The knocking is relentless, and loud.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!"
>The knocking only increases in speed.
"Impatience will get you nowhere!"
>You grab the door handle and swing open the door...
>...To find no one.
>Oh right, Midget horses.
>You look down to find...
>... No one.
>Huh.
>You close the door and turn your back to walk away when the knocking starts again.
>Anticipating that, you quickly turn around and open the door.
>No one.
>You close the door once more, then quickly open it again.
>Sitting on the floor in front of you is a present.
>You take off the lid to the box to find a note.
>The note reads, "look behind you."
>Hesitantly, you slowly turn around..
>Nobody.
>You breath a sigh of relief, release your tension, then turn back towards the box
>"Nonny!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
>Something Pink flies in your face, and with the reflexes and grace of a retarded eagle, your arms haphazardly swing forwards and you punch the pink thing.
>It flies back with a thump.
>Heart thumping, you look forwards to find Pinkie laying on her back a few feet away from you.
"Pinkie! Oh shit, are you okay?"
>You start to run to her aid when she sits up.
>Her face looks like she ate the worlds most sour thing.
>Or a butthole.
>But you aren’t that juvenile.
>Her eyes, nose, mouth, everything on her face has sunken inwards.
"P-Pinkie?"
>Her face starts to contort.
>You take a step back.
>"Why'd you do that Nonny?"
>The voice startles you, it seems to be coming from her hole face.
>You're kind of terrified.
>"That kind of hurt me. Both physically and emotionally."
>She takes a step towards you, and you take a step back.
>"I don't like it when my friends hurt me."
"What the fuck is going on?!"
>With inhuman...
>Or would it be inpony?
>With inpony speed, she jumps at you.
>The hole seems to envelop you, and all you see is darkness.
---
"AAAAAAAGH!"
>You sit up from your couch.
>You're sweating, your heart is beating fast, and you're breathing heavily.
>"Psshh, nothing personal... Kid..."
>Your attention turns to the TV, where Ace Jones is standing over the bodies of a couple nameless cronies.
>Was it just a dream?
>You wipe the sweat from your forehead and stand up.
>Turning the TV off, you close your eyes and take a deep breath.
*knock knock knock*
>You freeze.
*knock knock knock*
>You turn to the doorway.
*knock knock knock*
>It's the same kind of knocking from your dream.
>Who are you kidding? Don't be superstitious.
>It's just coincidence.
>You confidently walk towards the door, and open it.
>Nobody there.
>fuckfuckfuckfuck.
>"NONNY!" A voice from behind you yells.
>You turn and elbow the thing behind you in the face.
>Pinkie pie gets launched a few feet away from you.
>shitshitshit.
>Was this some final destination shit?
>Pinkie sits up.
>She has the same sour food/butthole face.
>FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
>"Why'd you do that Nonny?"
>Confident you want to keep your life, you bolt out the front door.
>A pink blur zooms in front of you.
>"Why are you running?"
>You crouch down, squeeze your eyes shut, and cover yourself with your arms.
"Please don't kill me!"
>"Kill... you...?"
>You look up.
"You're not planning to gobble me up with your butthole face?"
>Pinkie waves her hoof over her face in confusion.
>With a pop, her face returns to normal.
>"I knew something was wrong."
>She gives a cheeky smile.
>The fuck, are you British now?
>You stand up, tug at your shirt collar and laugh nervously.
>"Nonny, were you scared of me?"
"W-whaaaat?" You try to sound as surprised as possible, laughing it off. "Nooooo, of course not."
>"Oh really?"
>She punches herself in the face.
>Really.
>SOUR FACE IS BACK.
>"I'm going to gobble you up!"
"AAAH! NO!"
>It's reflex, you can't help yourself.
>Why does it scare you so much?
>You start to run away when you trip on yourself.
>Fucking horror movie cliches!
>You flip over on your back and Pinkie is already looming over you.
>Her face is inches away from yours.
>"Chow time."
"Please no, I'm sorry." You whisper.
>You await death, but it never comes.
>You eventually open your eyes at the sound of stifled laughing.
>Pinkie's face has returned to normal.
>Once you look up at her with confusion and fear, she breaks out into a fit of laughter.
>"Ahahaha! You actually thought-hahaha!-you were-hahaha!"
>She rolls off of you and onto her back.
>Her hoofs are kicking in the air, her face is red from laughter and she's switching from breathing, laughing and talking.
>You stand up again, your face red with embarrassment.
"It wasn't that funny." You say lightly.
>"Are you kidding? It was hilarious!" She breaks out in yet another fit of laughter.
>She rolls onto her stomach and starts pounding the floor with her hoof.
"I was all, 'oooh!' and you were all, 'aaah!' it was perfect!"
>Embarrassed and angered, you pick up Pinkie by the scruff of the neck and bring her to eye level.
>In doing so, she stops laughing.
>Your face is still red and sweaty.
>She's smiling as you look into each others eyes.
>You peer into her eyes, attempting to seem menacing, but the effects from her 'prank' were still visible.
>She giggles.
"Don't laugh."
>She giggles some more.
"I said don't laugh."
>Your furrowed brow mixed with a blush and a wavy mouth is too much for Pinkie to handle.
>She breaks out into a giggle fit.
>You drop her, and she plops down on her plot, still giggling.
>Your hand starts to massage your face in annoyance when you realize something.
"Hey, where's Rarity?"
>You have to repeat it twice before she can calm down enough to answer.
>"Oh right, she said she couldn't come today, too backed up on work or something."
>Frustrated from Pinkie playing you like a fiddle, you want someone to take revenge on.
"That won't do. That won't do at all." You look at Pinkie. "We're going on a little field trip."
>"Oh, I love field trips! What should I pack?"
>You turn away wistfully.
"One can of ass-whooping."
>"With or without nuts?"
>Your head slowly turns to look at Pinkie.
"I would really hope without nuts."
>"I like 'em with nuts."
"I'm sure you do."
>You giggle to yourself at her unintentional innuendo.
>"I also like to suck 'em!"
>You laugh once more.
"Oh yeah? You like to eat nuts?"
>"I think that would be kind of painful, but if that's what you're into..."
>You start to laugh, but you stop yourself.
"Wait... what?"
>"Rarity?"
"Right! Rarity. That's what we're doing." You take a deep breath and shake your head. "And not anything else."
>You make the trek to Rarity's house.
----
>You arrive at Rarity's house business place which you never could figure out how to spell.
>Without knocking, you enter with Pinkie bouncing behind you.
"Knock knock knock." You say to announce your presence.
>"A-Anon? Is that you?"
"The one and only."
>Rarity runs out from nowhere.
>"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to collect," You boop her on the nose, "you."
>"I thought I told you I couldn't make it today."
"I don't believe you get to make those decisions."
>"Please, be reasonable. I can't do it today."
“And why is that?”
>”C-complications?”
>Riiiight.
"I thought you might resist."
>You take off your shirt.
>"I-I'm not resisting."
"My eyes are up here." You say as Rarity stares at your abs.
>She's not listening.
>"Nonny, why'd you take your shirt off?"
"Because she's resisting," You roll your shoulder, "and you always take your shirt off if you're going to get in a little tussle."
>"I said I'm not resisting."
"Oh you're definitely resisting."
>Smirking, you lean down over Rarity.
"So I'll have to use force."
>You wrap an arm around Rarity's stomach, and stand up.
>Rarity squirms to get out of your grasp, but you're holding onto her tightly.
>"P-please no!"
>You feel your arm get slightly wet.
>Her rear is quite clearly in your vision, while Rarity's head is looking back.
>You give Rarity a light couple pats on the butt and she gives a little yelp.
"Lets go, shall we?"
>"Hey, no fair."
>Pinkie grumbles while she crosses her hooves.
"I want to be carried by a big strong stallion too..."
>You sigh happily and give a light, subtle smile.
"Of course, I wouldn't dream of forgetting you."
>You lay your hand flat on the floor, and she sits on it.
>Getting a big handful of her plot, you raise her up.
>You hand is held in front of you, and Pinkie leans against your chest.
>She nuzzles her muzzle into your chest, murmuring softly.
>"Nonny, you're so muscular."
>What a confidence booster.
>"W-what are you doing?" Rarity asks.
"We're going to my house."
>"LIKE THIS?"
"Well of course."
>Rarity struggles, but it's in vain..
>You kick open the door and head out.
---
>Walking through town shirtless carrying two ponies is an experience.
>Rarity covers her face with her hooves in embarrassment.
>Pinkie snuggles up against your pecs and rubs a leg against your abs.
>You get many stares and comments from mares around town.
>Everybody's daily activities seem to get interrupted by you and your body.
>Even the stallions.
>Though it appears it's just a jealousy thing with them.
>You just stare straight ahead with confidence.
>"What a hunk."
>"I want to be carried like that."
>"Where the buck was he hiding that body?"
>"Let me study you!"
>"Totally unorthodox."
>"Dude, shut up and let me masturbate."
>Pinkie actually hissed at a mare that was getting a little too close to you.
>She walked off looking dejected.
>Your body does strange things to people.
>Man, both of your arms are really wet.
>Pinkie started kissing your chest once you got a little ways from your house
>You give her a little kiss on the forehead.
>She lets out a sigh of happiness.
>Pinkie then starts licking your body
>Oh boy, better get home quickly.
---
"Oh hey, we're here." You announce.
>Pinkie stops licking you and looks up.
>"Wow, that was fast." You set Pinkie down.
"No kidding."
>"Can I please be let down now?"
"Of course Princess."
>You set her down.
>"You have no idea how long it will take to repair my social status after that.
"Oh don't be such a crybaby. It can't be that bad."
>Pinkie opens the door, and the three of you step inside.
>You look over a nearby clock.
"Damn, it's already 2:00."
>"How did that happen?" Pinkie inquires.
"Heheh, I may have taken the long route to my house."
>"Why'd you do that?" Rarity asks, worried about to amount of people that saw her.
"I wanted some people to," you pause and hover your hands slowly down your body, "take this in."
>"Please put on a shirt. It's too distracting."
>Rarity looks away with a blush.
"Daw, can't handle a 'big strong stallion'?"
>You suddenly grab her, pick her up, and squish her against your body, chest to chest.
"Anonymous!~"
>You give her a bear hug, then drop her down on the floor.
>Her legs barely and shakily support her.
>You internally laugh, and put on a spare shirt.
>"So Nonny, what now?"
"Well, my house got really dirty again over the weekend," You look over your living room, "and since apparently nothing happened on Friday, that's what you'll be fixing today."
>"Aw, is that it?"
"I had something special planned today, but Rarity decided to not want to show up."
>She turns her head away from the two of you.
>"So today is just a chore today," You wave your hand in a shoo motion, "so get to it."
>Instead of watching their progress because that would be boring, you decide to head to the gym again.
>You've been sort of lacking in that recently.
>You don't want to lose what you've tried to hard to obtain.
----
>It's weird being at a gym when it's almost 3:00 on a Saturday.
>Once you arrived at the gym and got to the normal equipment, you realized something weird.
>You have more of an entourage than you remember.
>"*squee* Looklooklooklook! He's lifting!"
>You peer at them with suspicion
>To confirm your thoughts, you do one rep with the barbell.
>The entourage of several ponies splash and squee in awe as you lift the bar.
>You drop the barbell on the floor.
>"Aaaw, he stopped..."
>The group looks dejected.
>You smile, and take off your shirt.
>The groups eye collectively widen as if they're the same entity, and you grab the barbell once more.
>This time you add more weight.
>You grunt as you lift the barbell on/over your shoulders, and start doing lifting squats.
>Your eyes close as you do one set.
>Strange noises do little to falter you as you continue your workout, silly ponies always making silly noises.
>After finishing the set, you open your eyes.
>wattafack
>The scene in front of you makes you wonder what happened during your eyes being closed.
>Many ponies lay unconscious in front of you.
>Most of them bleeding through the nose.
>You meet eyes with a white maned blue coated pony furiously rubbing herself.
>Her eyes meeting yours only makes her rub herself faster.
>She starts nodding slowly as she slowly turns from a neutral face to a grin.
>You quickly break the gaze and look around some more.
>Many ponies are slipping in their mare-made puddles
>Oh shit, one is bleeding.
>Every guy is setting their machines to the maximum in a futile attempt to compare to you.
>Ponies are running around hectically.
>Light posts are hanging from the ceiling, glass is broken...
>...and the place is on fire.
>Well, that's your cue to leave.
---
>You're on the walk back to your house leaving the burning building behind, when your shadow seems to double in length.
>Then triple in length.
>Then quadruple in length.
>Then it starts to contort into a weird wavy shape.
>Out of the shadow crawls out a weird hybrid creature.
>Discord.
"Sup."
>"Out of all my years, nobody has ever said to me, the GOD OF CHAOS, 'sup'."
"Oh."
>"A man of few words, huh?"
"Sure."
>You have no clue why you're talking like this, perhaps it's to confuse Discord.
>"Well fine, be like that. I'll make this brief."
>Discord kind of air swims over to you and puts a 'hand' on your shoulder.
>"I like what your body can do to these ponies."
>He taps your shirt and it disappears.
>"Oh, so veeery appealing." Discord says sarcastically.
>He taps your chest and your shirt reappears.
>"Let me just say, if you ever want to figure out the potential of the effects your body has on people, just give me a call."
"How?"
>"Tap your heels 3 times and think of me."
"R-really?"
>"Hah, no! Just say my name, and I'll appear."
"Okay."
>"That really is aggravating. I like it."
>Shit, he likes it.
>"I bid you good day."
>And with that, he disappears.
>Well, that happened.
"If I ever want to figure out my true potential, huh?"
>Those words leave you pondering your whole trip back.
---
"I'm back!"
>You walk into the living room to find Pinkie dusting your table.
>"Already?"
"There were some complications at the gym."
>"Complications, dear?" Rarity asks from the kitchen.
"Let's just say you won't be teaching classes there for a while."
>Rarity looks confused, and you just start to head upstairs.
"I'll be in my room doing special training, don't bother me if you don't have to."
>And with that, you continue upstairs to train.
---
>An hour later, the smell of something cooking leads you back downstairs.
>Rarity and Pinkie are in the kitchen cooking something delightful.
"Watcha makin'? Smells good."
>"Food!" Pinkie says.
"Har har." You smile as you pet Pinkie.
>She presses her head into your hand as you pet her.
>"Yes, we thought the 'special trainer' might need some food and protein to keep going."
"Ha, yes, well, special training does require protein I suppose."
>"Nonny, what even is the special training?"
"I'd rather not say."
>"Is it masturbating?"
>You would do a spit take if you were drinking something.
"Nononono, it's not that."
>"Then what?"
"If you really must know, it's just a martial art."
>"A what?"
"Basically, fighting."
>"Oooooh. Neat."
>They responded better than you thought.
>Usually they advocate peace, you thought they would be mad about training to fight.
"Well, call me when dinner's ready."
>"Will do, Anon."
>The rest of the evening goes by smoothly.
>They eventually leave the house spotless.
>All you can think of...
>WHAT HAPPENS TOMORROW?
END OF
SATURDAY, WEEK 2 / 4